Date: Tue, 18 Dec 2018 09:18:26 -0600
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Subject: Pinky Swear by Cutter09 gay adult/youth

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Cutter09

Pinky Swear
by Cutter09



  I have lived my life without much incident. My daughter is grown, away at
college. My ex bitch is gone. I'm on my own, at forty-five years old.

  I make a good living, and have no desire to share my life or money with
another woman.

  Of course, I'm not old enough to give up sex yet, so I thank God for the
internet and all the porn it provides. I spend a good portion of my day
watching videos, reading stories, and jerking my dick like a teenager.

  Like most people, I, too, have a side of me no one knows about. My ex
bitch knew nothing about it, and my daughter doesn't know either. I keep
that part of my life to myself. My secret? Boys. I have a yearning for boy
meat.

  Our society does not allow such interactions, though I dare say most boy
lovers are not harmful. There are those of any slant that would hurt, rape,
torture, or otherwise mistreat the objects of their fascination. Me? I just
want to bring them pleasure.

  The way I see it, teen boys are trapped in a void. Their bodies are
telling them one thing, but the world is saying, 'NO!' They are dying to
share their newly developed beautiful young bodies, yet have no outlets to
do so.

  With modern technology, they are tempted to send dick pics to their
friends. If they do, suddenly they're the subject of a letter sent home to
all parents, because those pics were spread around school. Then they have
to go to counseling, and their friends aren't allowed to see them anymore.

  Some boys are lucky enough to have a really close friend to experiment
with, but most are not, and would probably be afraid of ridicule if they
suggested anything.

  So, at this stage of my life, I was content to visit my fantasies in the
privacy of my own bedroom, late at night, on my computer.

  When the ex and I split, I bought a lot in a new subdivision. It was the
middle lot of a cul-de-sac. The lot was basically 'V' shaped, with a huge
back yard. For some reason, the adjoining lots on either side of me were
never bought, which suited me fine. I put in a pool, and because of the
lack of close neighbors, have enjoyed many nights of nude swimming.

  The next occupants of our street were an older couple who, after five
years of living there, recently moved into a retirement home.

  Their children sold their house, and I now have new neighbors. I had been
on good terms with the old couple. Whenever I went out of town, they'd
collect my mail and newspapers so they didn't pile up. I did the same for
them and generally we kept an eye on each other's place.

  So, when the new people moved in, I wanted to maintain a good
relationship with them as well. The day after the moving van left, I showed
up on the doorstep with a platter of my signature slow cooked ribs.

  Mr. and Mrs. Meeks seemed to be a nice couple. I offered my help in
getting acclimated to the neighborhood, and left feeling pretty good about
our future friendship.

  Two days later I was just about to take a pitcher of tea out by the pool
when my doorbell rang. I was not prepared for the vision that awaited me
there. Five feet two inches [1½ m] tall, curly blonde hair, hazel eyes,
killer smile.

  "Mr. Cole?"

  My mouth stood agape as I stared.

  "Mr. Cole?"

  "Uh... yes. I'm Mr. Cole."

  "I'm Brett Meeks, your new neighbor."

  Thank you, Jesus.

  "Well, I mean my parents and I are your new neighbors." His voice sounded
like an angel singing. "My mother asked me to bring this over to you," he
sang again, holding out the tray I had used to take them the ribs.

  I remember them saying something about probably seeing their son running
around the street, but I got the impression he was like eight or nine. This
beauty was thirteen and drop dead gorgeous.

  "Brett. Yes... very nice of you to bring my tray back."

  "The ribs were great, and Mom says she must have the recipe."

  "No can do. Old family secret. But I will gladly invite y'all over for
dinner sometime. Come in. I was just about to have some tea by the
pool. Care for a glass?"

  "You have a pool? You're officially my new best friend."

  "Well, best friend, join me poolside for a glass of tea."

  As I led him through the house to the patio doors, I realized I was
wearing a towel around my waist and nothing else. As I said, I was in the
habit of swimming nude.

  I poured the tea and we sat at the table under a large umbrella. After
chatting a few minutes, Brett said, "Weren't you going swimming?"

  I had managed to sit keeping the towel tucked around my waist and between
my legs allowing for as much modesty as possible.

  "I will later. It would be rude when I have a guest."

  "Don't let me keep you from your swim."

  "No, I really can't."

  "I'll just enjoy my tea and watch you swim. Really, I'm not insulted at
all."

  "Well, you see... uh, Brett, do you notice anything about my yard?"

  "It's much bigger than ours. It's because you're on the center of the
cul-de-sac."

  "Yes, that's true. Anything else?"

  "There's nothing but trees behind your yard, where ours backs up to the
people behind us on the next street."

  "Yes. Anything else?"

  He seemed to be getting a little frustrated with the guessing game, but
looked around. Then it hit him.

  "There are no houses next to you, either. You're completely secluded
here."

  "Bingo. Your house is the closest, and from here, your fence is about two
hundred fifty feet in that direction. Even from the far back of your
property, you cannot see my backyard."

  Brett got up and walked over to the fence and had to jump to even see
over it.

  "Son of a gun. You're right."

  He came back and sat down. "What's this got to do with your swim?"

  "To be honest. I don't wear a suit when I swim."

  Realization set in and his eyes widened a bit. "Oh! So, you're um..."

  I raised the edge of the towel enough to show that I was not wearing
anything beneath it, but only exposing a little of my hip.

  As this sank in, I added, "But you don't need to worry. You can wear
whatever you want. There's no dress code."

  He smiled and nodded, then his eyes did a quick dart toward my towel
again.

  We chatted about his old home and how he was going to miss his
friends. He knew he probably wouldn't make any new friends until school
started in a couple of months.

  "Hey! I thought I was your new best friend," I exclaimed in a mock hurt
tone.

  "Can I use your pool?"

  "Anytime."

  "Then the job is yours. Thanks, Mr. Cole."

  "Call me Sly."

  "Sly is such a cool name for a best friend."

  After a few minutes, Brett left. I finished my tea before diving into the
cool water. I had barely finished five lazy laps when I heard a noise that
sounded like my side gate.

  Brett appeared in blue and white floral board shorts. "Mom's gone
shopping. Mind if I join you?"

  "Um... sure."

  I'm not sure if he remembered that I swim nude, or if he thought I had
put something on in case he returned, but either way, I was naked in the
pool and a hot teen boy was about to join me.

  I rested my arms on the edge of the pool and flattened my body against
the pool wall.

  Brett dove in, swam underwater the length of the pool and back, then
surfaced right beside me. His head was tilted back, allowing the water to
carry his long blonde hair slick against his scalp and long neck. His
features seemed to be sculpted from porcelain, the epitome of teen beauty.

  Brett assumed a similar posture next to me, our elbows almost touching.

  "I love your pool. I've always enjoyed being in the water."

  "Well, you're welcome to use it anytime," I said, thinking how much
better the pool looked with him in it.

  "Thanks. I see you were serious about swimming nude," he said, smiling at
me.

  He must have been looking at my bare backside underwater as he swam up.

  "I did warn you. But maybe you shouldn't share that with your mom. She
might not let you come back."

  "Well, best friends should have secrets." Brett held out his little
finger to me. "Pinky swear?"

  I smiled and nodded, then hooked my little finger around his. "Pinky
swear," I said, solidifying our pact.

  We chatted a few minutes more, just hanging on the edge of the pool. Then
Brett hauled himself out. His wet swimsuit, heavy with water, dipped down
in back revealing half the crack of his bubble butt. I watched the water
run down that crack and disappear inside the suit as he finally stood.

  He had brought a towel with him and used it to dry his face, chest and
back. Then he picked up the towel that had previously been wrapped around
my waist, and held it out to me expectantly.

  I made my way to the steps, and casually walked out naked. He was
definitely watching my cock as I exited the water and approached him.

  I took the towel and dried off.

  Normally I would have been hesitant to do something like this. Most boys
would assume you're some kind of pervert to expose yourself like
that. Rightfully so, too. But it was obvious to me that Brett wanted me to
know that our pact was true and binding.

  When erect, my cock is a little over seven inches [18 cm]. Soft it's
about five [12½ cm]. Cold and wet from the pool, it might be four [10
cm]. I'm sure that, like any other boy would, Brett was mentally comparing
it to his. Of course, I had no idea how it stacked up, but I've never been
ashamed of my dick so I made no effort to hide it from him. He did look,
and even smiled at me when he noticed I saw him looking.

  I dried myself off, paying particular attention to my cock and balls,
hoping to bring them around to a pre-cold state. Then sat down with the
towel in my lap. Brett and I became better acquainted over another glass of
tea.

  He was a bright kid, though he didn't make friends easily. He'd had one
best friend since second grade, and the only one he was going to miss from
his old neighborhood. I wondered if he and his friend had done any
experimenting together, but didn't ask.

  Ten minutes after he left, his mother called. "I hope Brett didn't make a
nuisance of himself today."

  "Not at all. Swimming pools should be enjoyed by children, and mine
hasn't been since my daughter left for college. He is more than welcome to
use it anytime. I promise, it's no bother at all."

  One o'clock the next day there was a knock at my door.

  "Hey Brett, what's up?"

  "I was wondering if I could go swimming."

  "Sure. I told you, you're welcome to use the pool anytime."

  "Mom said I should always ask first, that it would be rude to just walk
in like I own the place."

  "Since I work at home, I'm almost always here, but if I'm not, and you
want to use the pool, just tell your Mom I was here. I'll cover for
you. Friends always have each other's backs," I said, with a conspiratorial
wink.

  "I forgot to bring a towel. Can I borrow one?"

  "There are some on the baker's rack by the patio door. That's what
they're for."

  He was wearing a suit like the one the day before, except this one was
red floral instead of blue. He went out the patio door, and I heard him
dive in. I grabbed a couple of cold Cokes from the fridge and took them
out.

  "Want a Coke, Brett?" I called out to him.

  He climbed up the steps, and as he did, I could see his suit bog down a
lot in front. I could see his entire pubis. It was bare except for a small
band of hair right at the base of his dick. I couldn't see his dick,
though, because the waistband hung right on it preventing the suit from
dropping off completely.

  I found my tongue and said, "Did you forget to tie the drawstring?"

  "No. Actually, only one end of the drawstring is out; the other end is
stuck in the waistband somewhere." Brett illustrated by holding up one long
end.

  "Come here. Maybe I can fix it."

  He stepped closer, turning the waistband out to where I could see where
the drawstring should be protruding, but wasn't. In doing so, I could see
right down the front of his suit. Beyond the small strip of hair was a
thick young dick laying at rest in the cold wet shorts. Knowing the effect
cold has on dicks, I could only guess I wasn't seeing it at its best. But
what I was seeing was pretty fucking nice.

  I sat in the patio chair and Brett stood in front of me sipping his
Coke. I located the errant end of the drawstring halfway around to the back
of the suit. I began the tedious task of working the aglet through the
fabric channel to the front of the shorts

  Of course, the only way to do this is for my fingers to work on one side
of the channel, and my thumbs on the other. This caused my fingers to
slowly drag over his flesh as the process continued. First on his right
butt cheek, then his right hip bone and finally as I neared the end of my
work, the backs of my fingers were actually touching the base of his
dick. Sometimes sacrifices have to be made for a friend.

  It seemed to take forever for me to work the end of the aglet through the
opening enough to get hold of it and pull it through properly. During all
this the 'cold effect' seemed to wear off, and Brett's dick thickened and
elongated quite a bit.

  As the backs of my fingers enjoyed the growing dimensions of his dick, I
looked up at his face. It was blush pink, as he stared down into his
swimsuit and saw where my fingers were in direct contact with his dick. He
didn't make a sound, just turned brighter pink and stared in wonder.

  "I think I've just about got a hold on it," I said, referring to the
aglet.

  "Ye... Yes, you do."

  I tied the two ends together, but not before taking another peek down the
front.

  He hadn't gotten completely hard, but the front of his suit was standing
out a bit, as Brett made a mad dash for the pool and jumped in.

  I chuckled a little to myself, and replayed the entire scene over in my
mind. I also had to hide my own growing erection.

  "Are you coming in?" Brett asked from the middle of the pool.

  "No. I was planning a night swim later."

  He seemed disappointed, then his face lit up. "Mom and Dad are going to a
party tonight. Mind if I join you in your swim?"

  "Not at all. Just come over when they leave. We can start anytime."

  Their party started at seven thirty so it was still light outside when
Brett showed up, this time in his blue florals again. He hadn't eaten yet
so I made us some sandwiches.

  As darkness fell, we made our way outside. The pool light is on a timer,
and had already come on.

  "Is there any way to turn off the light?" Brett asked.

  I went to the control panel and flipped a switch. There was only a little
light coming through the windows. Just as I started to take off my shorts,
Brett said, "It's still pretty bright out here, don't you think?"

  I thought this kinda odd, considering it wasn't in the least bit bright,
and he had already seen me nude. But I reached inside the patio door, and
doused the light in the living room. The patio was plunged into almost
total darkness then.

  I expected Brett to already be in the water by the time I got back to the
edge of the pool, but he was waiting for me. I slipped out of my shorts and
stepped into the pool. When I reached the second step I turned to see what
was keeping him. I then saw movement of him untying and slipping off his
swimsuit. I couldn't see detail, only him lifting first one leg, then the
other and then folding his suit before setting it on a chair.

  I didn't want to say anything to discourage Brett, so I took the final
step into the water, then sat on the pool stairs.

  Brett entered the water and sat beside me. Our naked butts lightly
touching. "Is this okay?" he asked cautiously.

  "Definitely," I answered, hoping it didn't sound too anxious.

  I cursed the darkness, because I would really like to see him naked. Yet
I wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth either.

  "I've never been naked in a pool before. It's kinda neat."

  "I like it," I stated, still trying to act uninterested in what was below
the surface.

  We were both quiet for a long time, then Brett said, "I've never had an
older friend before. What do older guys talk about?"

  "Pretty much the same thing younger guys talk about. Guys don't change
much as we get older."

  "So, girls, and sex."

  "Yep, pretty much."

  "Why do guys do that. I mean brag about all the girls they're doing and
stuff like that?" Bret asked.

  "I don't know. I guess it makes them feel bigger or better somehow."

  "My old best friend, Tommy, told all the guys that Sue Anne Beckley gave
him a blow job. I know she didn't. Why would he do that?"

  "Same reason, I guess. At your age, most of the experience the guys say
they have is all just boastful lies."

  "But you've had a blow job, right?"

  "Yes."

  "It might be fun having a friend who can tell you the truth about stuff."

  "You don't think Tommy was truthful with you?" I asked.

  "Not really. Besides the Sue Anne blow job lie, he'd always talk about
how big his dick is and stuff like that. I saw it a couple of times. It was
smaller than mine."

  "Boys always brag about how big they are with other guys around," I
submitted in Tommy's defense.

  "Most of the time it was just him and me. We were best friends. We were
supposed to have secrets, and protect each other. But I didn't feel like he
was ever honest with me, so I couldn't be with him, either. I wanted to
talk to him about things I can't talk with my parents about, but I didn't
feel comfortable doing that. I felt like he would blab it to everybody."

  "You don't feel like you can talk to your parents?"

  "If my mom had her way, I'd still be wearing diapers. Dad just thinks if
he ignores the problem, it will go away."

  "Well, I'll try to be a better friend than Tommy was," I offered.

  "You already are." Brett hesitated a minute, then added, "You have a big
dick but don't brag about it."

  "It's a little above average, but not huge."

  "It's way bigger than mine," he almost whispered.

  "You're still a young boy, still growing."

  "Do you really think so?"

  "Sure. You have a couple of years to grow before getting to your final
size."

  "See! It's stuff like that I want to talk to my parents about but can't,
and Tommy was no help, either."

  "Well, I'll help any way I can. What else did you want to ask?"

  "I don't know. Just stuff. Like... well, a couple of months ago I... I
was kinda playing with it and this stuff came out."

  "It's called sperm. It's perfectly natural and nothing to worry about."

  "I know that, now. I didn't then. It scared me, and I looked it up on the
internet. I thought I had some kind of infection. Now I have this hair
growing down there. I'd never seen a grown man naked before. I didn't know
it was normal 'til I saw you. If I trusted Tommy more, I could have talked
to him about it. You know... like ask him if he was growing hair, too. But
I was afraid he would make fun of me and tell our friends I was a hairy
freak or something."

  I suddenly felt really sorry for the kid. I didn't know any kid these
days who was as much in the dark about things as he was. I was also angry
at myself because all this talk had my cock hard as a nail. I felt like I
was betraying him by perving on his innocence. Of course, at the same time,
I loved his innocence.

  "As your new best friend, I take my job seriously. I promise you can ask
me anything, and I will answer it honestly, and never divulge anything to
anyone. Not even your parents. The only thing I will ever reveal to them is
if I think you are doing something dangerous to your health, like
drugs. And then only after I have tried every other resource to help you
first and give you fair warning before talking to them."

  "Pinky swear?" he asked, extending his little finger.

  "Pinky swear," I answered, wrapping our fingers together again.

  I wondered if he was as hard as I was, but I couldn't see anything in the
dark pool.

  Brett was quiet for a long moment. I wanted to grasp my hard on, but was
afraid he would know what I was doing. More than anything, I wanted to
reach over and take his dick in my hand. But I didn't.

  "So, I can ask you anything and you won't get mad?"

  "Yes."

  "When you fixed my swimsuit, did you know you were touching my dick?"

  "Yes."

  "Did it bother you?"

  "Not a bit. We're friends. Did it bother you?"

  "At first, when I looked down and saw it, I was a little embarrassed. I
mean no one has ever touched me there. I was afraid you could tell how
little it is."

  "I don't think it is little at all."

  I could almost see him smile at that. "Really?"

  "Really."

  "Then I got more embarrassed... because I started... to get hard."

  "Again, that's nothing to worry about. Someone was touching it. You're
supposed to respond to something like that."

  "But if you had known, would you have been mad?"

  "I did know, and I wasn't at all angry."

  "You knew? Now I'm really embarrassed."

  I nudged his shoulder with mine. "Don't be. I was too."

  After the shock wore off he asked, "Why?"

  "Probably because I knew I caused you to get hard."

  "Wow. I've never made anybody excited before."

  "I bet you have. You just didn't know it. You're very attractive. A girl
isn't going to walk up to you and say, 'You make my pussy wet' and most men
won't say, 'I get hard just looking at you'."

  "Do you really think I do that?"

  "I'm naked in a pool with you. I know it," I admitted.

  "Do you mean...?"

  "Hard as a diamond."

  "That's so cool!" Brett exclaimed.

  Then he playfully nudged my shoulder. "Me too," he admitted.

  It was nothing more than a friend confiding in a friend. But it sent
shockwaves to my cock. I desperately wanted to reach out and confirm what
he said. It took every bit of my strength not to.

  We didn't actually do much swimming that evening. Mostly we talked. I
think that is what Brett needed more than anything else. He learned he can
trust me. That was important to him.

  Because there were no neighboring houses, and no light from my house, my
backyard was completely dark. We exited the pool and dressed. I still
didn't get a good look at him.

  Sunday, around one, there came a familiar knock at the door. "Hey Buddy,
what's up?" I greeted Brett.

  "Mom and Dad are going to my aunt's house. I asked them if I could stay
home and go swimming."

  He was wearing the red floral suit so, being his friend, I had to give
him some shit.

  "Is the drawstring tied or is that suit going to come off when you dive
in."

  He slapped my shoulder. "It's tied. Though I doubt you're worried about
such things."

  "Why didn't you want to go to your aunt's house? Don't you like her?"

  "She's fine. It's her daughter that bugs me. She follows me around like a
puppy dog. Even tries to sit in my lap every chance she gets."

  "How old is she? Four or five?"

  "No. She's almost eleven."

  "Hmm. Sounds like she has a bit of a crush on you. I just put a pizza in
the oven. Want some for lunch?"

  "That'd be great. Can we have it by the pool?"

  A short time later, as Brett bit into his second slice he asked, "Do
girls like sex?"

  "Just as much as boys, if it's done properly."

  "What do you mean by that?"

  "Girls are different. It takes them longer to get in the mood, and even
longer to achieve orgasm. They also need more physical and emotional
stimulation to get there. Where guys only have to think about a pair of
tits to get hard, girls need to get worked up a bit more before they are
ready for intercourse."

  Brett seemed to mull this over while he chewed his pizza.

  "Do you really think my cousin has a crush on me?"

  "You're very attractive. I wouldn't blame her if she does. Or she's just
a tease. Some girls like to see how far they can push a guy's buttons, if
you know what I mean. Has she ever gotten a response from you?"

  He looked lost for a moment, then his face lit up in surprise.

  "She did it on purpose?"

  "Did what?"

  "She's always sitting in my lap, like I said. She wiggles about like
she's trying to get comfortable. Sometimes I... I get hard. I try to push
her off my lap before she can feel it. I mean, she's just a kid and all so
I don't want to, you know, scare her.

  "A couple of months ago our parents were playing cards in the dining
room. I was watching a game on TV. She sat in my lap as usual, and kept
squirming around. I tried to push her off, but she wanted me to give her a
pony ride. I used to bounce her on my knee when she was little. She called
it a pony ride.

  "So, I bounced my knee a little, then tried to push her off again because
all that movement made me get hard. She insisted I keep bouncing her on my
leg, and leaned forward and grabbed my knee like it was the reins on a
horse. She kept saying, 'Faster, pony.' She was really getting into the
ride, sliding back and forth as she bounced and saying 'Faster. Harder.'.

  "I was getting pretty tired and my leg was hurting, when she finally
sorta slumped forward and said, 'Such a good pony.' She looked at me and
grinned then she leaned back against me. Her hand went right to my hard
on. She whispered, 'You're a great pony. I could ride you all day.' Then
she squeezed my dick and got off my leg. She had to straighten her skirt
before going into the kitchen to get something to drink.

  "She did it on purpose. She knew she was making me hard, didn't she?"

  I chuckled a bit. "Yes, she definitely knew. But most importantly, I
think you made her orgasm. She used your leg to masturbate on."

  Brett looked shocked. "You... you mean I made her cum? Girls masturbate?"

  "Yeah they do. Probably as much as boys."

  "Cool. I've never made anyone cum before."

  "Yes, you have," I hinted, without actually saying he's made me cum half
a dozen times since I'd met him.

  He looked at me and smiled. I guess he knew what I was hinting at.

  "Did you... you know, after I left, did you...?"

  "I choked that chicken 'til it's head almost came off."

  Brett looked down at my lap. It was obvious that I had an erection.

  "Let's get in the pool," he said.

  He stood and I could see he was tenting his suit also. He started down
the steps then turned to see I was still sitting.

  "Come in with me."

  He knew I swim naked. He knew I had a hard on. He would only entice me in
if he wanted to see me erect. That thought alone kept my cock hard as I
contemplated what to do.

  Brett watched as I stood and removed my shirt, then my shorts. His eyes
were on my erection as I made my way over to the steps and started
down. The cold water had little to no effect on my cock as it sank below
the surface and I sat on the steps.

  He sat beside me, peering through the water at my hard cock swaying
below. "Did you really jerk off after I left?"

  "Twice."

  That made him happy. "So did I," he admitted.

  "Twice?" I asked.

  "Yeah. I would have gone for three, but my dad walked in on me."

  "Were you embarrassed?"

  "He didn't actually see my dick. Just my hand moving under my sheet. I
don't know how long he was there, but I opened my eyes and he was at my
door, watching me."

  "What did he say?"

  "Nothing at first. He just stood there. Then he reminded me that we were
going to my aunt's house. I was still holding my dick and said I didn't
think I wanted to go. He looked at the lump in the sheet and said, 'Okay,
maybe you should stay here then.' It was almost like he was giving me
permission to stay home and jerk off all day. Like he had a flashback to
when he was my age and it dawned on him what he would have wanted to do."

  "How did that feel?"

  "It's funny. I mean, I was jerking off thinking about... well,
you... then I thought about my dad stroking his dick, and suddenly I didn't
want to anymore."

  "So, you were jerking off thinking about me?"

  "Well, we did talk a lot about sex. When you fixed my drawstring, I could
feel your hands on me, then I looked down and your fingers were on my
dick. I was embarrassed because it made me get hard. I went home and jerked
off remembering how your fingers felt on me. Then yesterday you said it
made you hard too. I kinda liked knowing you got hard just from barely
touching me. So, when I went to bed last night, that was on my mind. I
thought about your fingers on my dick and that it made you hard, so I was
stroking and thinking about how my dick made your dick get hard. It was
kinda strange but exciting, too. I think it's neat that we can be this
honest with each other, too. I would never tell Tommy I jerked off thinking
about his dick. 'Course I never did, anyway."

  "If we're being honest... I've gotten hard every time you've been here,
and jerked off because of it."

  Brett looked down at my cock floating around. "So I see. Looks like
there's more of that coming, too," he chuckled.

  "You're just as bad as your cousin."

  "I am not!"

  "Sure you are. You knew the effect you have on me. Yet you continued to
cause it, even making sure I got naked just to confirm what you had
done. Just like she did when she grabbed your dick after riding you."

  He thought about that for a moment. "Oh my god, you're right. I did know
you were hard when I asked you to join me. I wanted to see that you were
hard so that I could... I'm sorry."

  "Don't be. I'm not angry with you. Unlike your cousin, you have my
permission to tease me all you want."

  Brett smiled. "Oh, really. What if I did this?"

  He picked up my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel his very
hard dick just under the fabric of his suit. I quickly judged it to be a
thick five-incher [12.7 cm].

  "Uh... that would be the most exciting thing that has happened to me
since I lost my virginity. Maybe the most ever," I answered honestly, as I
slid my hand over its length.

  He pulled my hand away, smiling. "It's just supposed to be a tease,
remember?"

  "Maybe so, but a tease is a promise of things to come."

  He smiled again, then swam away. I sat and watched him threading through
the water. After a couple of minutes, he swam up to me, placing his hands
on my knees. He pushed them apart and looked down at my still hard cock.

  "Are you always hard?"

  "Whenever you're around, pretty much."

  He liked that answer. He grinned and placed his index finger on the head
of my cock and pressed it down, watching as it rebounded upright again.

  "Really hard, too."

  Brett climbed the steps out of the pool, not bothering to hide the tent
in his suit.

  "Can I come back later?"

  "Of course."

  I suspected he was going to do the same thing I was planning. He was
barely out the door and I was stroking on the toilet. It only took a few
minutes for me to unload, then there was another knock at the door.

  I peeked out and saw it was Brett, so I let him in without putting
anything on.

  His eyes went immediately to my still flushed and swollen cock.

  "Did you just... it looks like you've been jerking off."

  "I knew you were a smart kid. See how fast you figured that out?" I
joked.

  "I just went home to call my parents to tell them I was having dinner and
a late swim with you."

  "Okay. That's no problem. You're welcome to have dinner with me."

  "Yeah, but... I mean... I thought... nothing," he finished lamely.

  "Come on, what's up? We promised to be honest with each other, right?"

  "Well, I sorta touched your dick. And you even said my tease was a
promise of things to come. So, I kinda thought... I mean we're best friends
and all, and friends are supposed to experiment. I was gonna... I mean if
you wanted to... I would let you... we could..."

  "I still don't see the problem," I said with a smile.

  "You already jerked off," Brett said accusingly.

  "I only did it because I thought you left so that you could be alone to
do it, too."

  "Oh. Yeah, I guess that makes sense. What did you think about while you
did it?"

  I felt my face flush. "I was thinking about when you put my hand on you."

  "Really? Did it make you cum?"

  "Yes. Well, actually, I did when I thought about what it would be like if
you weren't wearing your swimsuit."

  "Like when you fixed my drawstring?"

  "Not exactly. More like I was actually holding it in my hand and not just
brushing the backs of my fingers over it."

  "This is still our secret, right?"

  "Yes."

  "So, kinda like this?" he asked, as he tentatively gripped my rising
cock. "Is this how you wanted to touch me?"

  I moaned out, "Oh, god yes."

  With his other hand he untied the drawstring on his swimsuit.

  "You can if you want to," he offered.

  I pushed his suit down and saw his entire body for the first time. His
hard dick was standing tall against his belly. It was as I had imagined,
about five inches and pretty thick. He had that small strip of hair right
at the base, and heavy looking balls. His pubes were only slightly darker
than his blonde hair, and his skin was pale and blemish free. He was
perfect, and the sight alone almost made me cum.

  "Jesus, you're b-b-beautiful," I stuttered, as I reached out for his
dick. It sent a shockwave through me as my fingers encircled it.

  Brett seemed mesmerized by my cock as well.

  "You have a big dick," he exclaimed, as his hand slid up and down my
length.

  "You've just not seen many. You have a really beautiful, thick cock,
too."

  "I haven't seen any, at least not close up like this. That's why I'm so
curious."

  "You better stop for a moment," I warned, as I felt close to
cumming. "Let's sit down."

  I followed his untanned bubble-butt into the living room.

  "I feel funny walking around naked. Especially in front of someone."

  "You shouldn't. You're the most beautiful boy I've ever seen. Your body
is superb. Everyone should get to see it, like the Mona Lisa, or David. It
should be appreciated for the work of art that it is."

  Brett blushed. "You're only saying that because I played with your dick."

  "No. I'm saying it because it's true. I admit, though, I liked you
touching me, too."

  "I know you were married; have you been with many women?"

  "A few before I got married but none since my divorce."

  He looked pensive for a moment. I could tell he had more questions.

  "You know this is our secret, and I won't tell anybody, I promise," he
started.

  "Okay?"

  "What about guys? Have you been with many guys?"

  "None. Why do you ask?"

  "To be honest, I kinda knew you wanted to see me naked. I thought you
might be gay."

  "Well, you're right about me wanting to see you naked. But, like you,
I've always been curious, but never had a chance to be with a boy before."

  "Really? This is all new to you, too?"

  "Yes. But who better to experiment with than a best friend?"

  Brett smiled. "So, you don't mind if I touch you?"

  "No, as long as I get to touch you, too."

  He was looking at my cock when he asked, "So, with girls it takes longer
for them to cum?"

  "Yes. Sometimes you really have to work hard at it."

  "What about blow jobs?"

  "That's mostly for the guy. He can sit back and enjoy it; think about
anything he wants. Girls don't usually like doing it, but they don't seem
to mind a guy spending an hour with his tongue on their twats, either."

  "So, it's kinda one-sided?"

  "The problem is, girls know they have the upper hand in a
relationship. Guys will do anything to either keep the peace, or get a
piece."

  Brett laughed when he understood what I was saying.

  "You'll probably never have to worry about that. Girls will be throwing
themselves at you because you're so attractive. When you get married, then
it will all change. Suddenly, you will only get it when your wife thinks
you deserve it, and if you're lucky, you'll get a blow job on your birthday
and maybe one for Christmas."

  "I thought once you get married, you could have sex all the time."

  "Do you think your parents have sex all the time?"

  "Yuck. I don't even want to think about that. But, no, probably not."

  "But I bet your dad still jerks off."

  Brett thought about that for a minute. "You know, after he caught me last
night, I heard him go into the hall bathroom."

  "Hmm, I wonder what he did in there," I said sarcastically.

  "This is still our secret, right?" he asked looking at my cock

  "Yeah. Everything we say or do is confidential unless we say otherwise."

  "I kinda like holding it," Brett acknowledged, as he gripped my cock
again. "You know, kinda like it's mine. I wish mine was this big."

  "I wish mine was as beautiful as yours," I replied, as I grabbed for his.

  "So, intercourse is a lot of work, but blow jobs are more relaxed, like
masturbating?

  "Sort of, but when you masturbate, you still have to do the actual work
of jerking your dick."

  "Does it feel as good as jerking off?"

  "Much better actually."

  "Really? I don't think anything can feel better than stroking my dick."

  ,I was entranced with his dick, and I saw an opportunity. I didn't want
to scare him, but I couldn't resist the temptation.

  "I... I could show you," I whispered hoarsely.

  Brett looked confused for a moment, then his face lit up with
understanding.

  "You mean...?"

  "Only if you want. What are friends for, right?"

  He hesitated. I stroked his cock a few times, teasing the head as I
did. I could feel him shudder.

  "You don't have to do it to me, if that is what you're concerned about,"
I threw in just to sweeten the deal.

  "That doesn't seem fair."

  "It's not fair that I've had a blow job, and you haven't."

  It was screwed up logic, but to a horny boy, it probably made sense. I
thought it would be creepy to say I'd enjoy it as much as he would.

  "You really don't mind... having my dick in your mouth?"

  "We're friends. No one is going to know I did it, right?"

  "No. I swear," he said anxiously.

  "Okay then. Lean back."

  He slumped back on the sofa leaving his midsection vulnerable to my
attack. I took one last look at his innocent dick before I took its oral
virginity. I tried to seem hesitant, but I wanted this more than anything I
could remember. Leaning forward, my lips encircled his thick knob, and slid
down.

  "Oh, God!"

  He pushed up toward the new sensations flooding his body. I took his
entire cock into my mouth. When my nose hit his few pubes, I slowly slid
back up to the bulbous head. My tongue swirled around there for a second,
then I swallowed him to the root again. His whole body shook as I pressed
my nose tightly to his pubis.

  I realized I was missing half the fun by not seeing his face. I slid off
the sofa and onto the floor between his legs, then looked up at him. I
could read every nuance of pleasure flash across his face as I worked on
his dick. His head would go back, and his closed eyelids fluttered as he
felt things he'd never experienced before. I watched his hand clench the
sofa, and his hips thrust up into my sucking mouth. He opened his eyes and
they met mine as I continued to rise and fall on his delicious cock.

  "Jesus, Sly, that feels so good." Brett exclaimed. He started thrusting
up faster, and I knew he was working toward his release.

  "Sly... I'm gonna..." He tried to push my head away, but I was having
none of that and sucked harder and faster.

  His pushing turned into gripping and pulling my face into his crotch, as
his cock-head teased the back of my throat. Then the first blast hit,
followed quickly by the second. It wasn't a huge load, but it was mighty
tasty!

  He opened his eyes and watched me suckle at his softening dick. His eyes
widened as I released his dick and slid down to lick and suck his balls. I
drew out the last drop of his cum with my fingers, then moved up to lick it
off the head of his cock, before swallowing his meat again.

  I could tell he realized I enjoyed doing it. He let me continue to
service him, and relaxed and watched me do it.

  "I'm sorry for shooting in your mouth."

  "Don't be. I wanted you to."

  "Really?"

  "To my way of thinking, if you're going to suck a dick, you should
swallow the load."

  "Well, you're right about it feeling better than when I jerk off. Now,
it's like I've been wasting a lot of energy for half the feeling."

  "Then don't do it anymore."

  I don't know why I said it. It just jumped out.

  "Are you nuts? Of course, I'm gonna jerk off."

  I was still toying with his dick, and couldn't look him in the eye.

  "I'm just saying... someone as beautiful as you shouldn't have to waste
their load down a shower drain, toilet, or tissue. Yours should go into
somebody who appreciates it."

  Brett raised up and looked at me.

  "Your turn. Get up here," he instructed.

  I sat on the sofa and he reached for my cock. I leaned back wondering
what he had in mind.

  "I don't think I'm ready to suck, but I can do this," he said, as he
began stroking me.

  I closed my eyes and let him have his way with me.

  "Does that feel good?"

  "Umm hmm."

  He stroked it a for a few seconds, then asked, "Did you like sucking my
dick?"

  "Mmm. Yes," I answered honestly.

  "... and you appreciate my cum?"

  "Mmm."

  "So, you want to suck it instead of me jerking off?"

  That was all it took for me to shoot my load all over my belly and his
hand.

  "Jesus. Look how much you cum!" Brett said, as my load dripped down his
fingers.

  "Sorry. I guess I was pretty excited."

  He got some tissues and wiped my stomach and his hand clean. I was
worried, because now he knew just how perverted I was. He knew I wanted to
suck him, not just a friendly experiment. He knew I loved sucking his cock,
and probably thought I was a creep because of it.

  "You didn't answer my question," he said, as he finished cleaning us.

  I knew it was time to face the music. I hung my head and nodded slightly.

  "You know I'm thirteen. I jerk off at least three times a day, sometimes
more."

  I nodded again.

  "But you want me to not jerk off, right?"

  I nodded.

  "And uh... save my cum for someone who appreciates it?"

  I know I looked sheepish, but again I nodded.

  "Meaning, save it for you, right?"

  "I'm sorry. I really liked sucking you," I explained.

  "I didn't expect that. Why?"

  "I told you. You're beautiful and you have a beautiful dick. It shouldn't
be wasted. It's like throwing coins in a wishing well. You know you just
wasted your money, and your wish probably isn't coming true. You stroking
your cock in the shower, wishing for a blow job, when all you have to do is
knock on my door."

  "Were you thinking about sucking me while I stroked your dick?"

  "Yes. What were you thinking about as I sucked you?"

  "At first I was picturing Sue Anne Beckley giving me a blow job. But when
I saw you sucking it, I got really turned on because I could tell you were
liking it. Somehow, I don't think Sue Anne would have."

  "I did like it. A lot."

  "And you wanted me to cum in your mouth?"

  "Definitely," I said, as I bent down to take him into my mouth again.

  "Oh man. I could easily get used to this," he moaned.

  I took my mouth off long enough to say, "Please do."

  He pulled my head down to him again as he unloaded in me.

  "I don't know why I do that. It's like I want to be sure you get it all."

  "I want it all, so do whatever you feel necessary."

  He grinned. "You're definitely the best friend a boy could have."

  We didn't bother to dress as we ate dinner. I couldn't take my eyes off
him. I sucked him again right there at the table. Down on my knees between
his legs. He watched me the whole time. I felt embarrassed by how much I
liked doing it for him. He seemed to be happy that I was enjoying it.

  He grabbed my head again. "Here it comes. Oh... suck it out... Oh, God!"

  It was dark when we finally made it to the pool. He sat on the edge, and
I got between his legs again. I stroked my cock in the water as I sucked
his teen dick. The first shot caused me to cum in the pool.

  I barely finished swallowing his load, and he jumped in the pool, when we
heard someone call out, "Brett?"

  It was his father calling from the side gate.

  "We're back here," Brett answered.

  Fortunately, I hadn't turned the lights back on, or his father might have
seen that we were both naked.

  "Why is it so dark back here?" Mr. Meeks asked.

  "I need to replace the light. Just haven't gotten around to it yet."

  "Time to come home, son."

  "Okay, Dad. Be right there."

  We waited for him to disappear through the gate before getting out.

  The next morning the knock came early. I was still having my morning
coffee when I opened the door for Brett. I was wearing boxers. He was
wearing shorts and a tee shirt. He smiled as my dick rose at the sight of
him.

  "I'm not naked; why are you getting hard?"

  "I know what's under your clothes. Did you get into trouble last night
for being here so late?"

  "Not really. Dad came to my room later and gave me the third degree."

  "What did he ask?"

  "Well, first he asked about swimming in the dark. Then he asked what we
did all day."

  "What did you say?"

  "I told him you were my best friend. I asked if he'd had a best friend
when he was my age. He said he did. So, I said we probably did the same
things he did with his best friend back then. He didn't really ask much
after that."

  "Do you think he suspects anything?"

  "I don't know for sure, but he did go to the bathroom again when he
left. Do you think my dad experimented with his friend?"

  "I wouldn't be surprised. But maybe you should try to be less
transparent."

  I poured him a glass of orange juice, and we sat down at the table.

  "Did you do anything after he left?"

  He looked confused for a moment, then smiled when he figured out what I
was talking about.

  "No. I was... uh, pretty drained by then," he said referring to me
sucking him dry the night before.

  "Did you this morning?"

  Without actually saying he was saving it for me, he just shook his head
'no', and smiled.

  I took it as an invitation, and got on my knees in front of him. When I
reached for his zipper, he raised his butt off the chair, and allowed me to
remove his shorts. He wasn't wearing underwear, and by the time his shorts
hit the floor, his dick was standing tall.

  "Do you usually jerk off in the morning?" I asked as I reached for his
cock.

  Brett nodded.

  "So, you saved it for me?"

  He nodded again.

  I bent down to inhale his dick. His moans spurred me into action, sliding
quickly up and down his teen meat. Then I stopped abruptly, causing Brett
to groan.

  "Why? Why did you save it for me?"

  He looked at me, deciding whether to tell the truth or not.

  "I like watching you suck my dick. I know you like it, too. It makes me
feel good to know somebody wants me. And wants my dick, too. You love
sucking it. You get hard just from seeing me. I like cumming in your mouth
because you want my cum."

  That was all I needed to hear. My mouth was on him a second later. He
thrust up at me, trying hard not to cum, yet desperately wanting to.

  He was tensing up when he said, "Do you want my cum?"

  "Umm hmm," I moaned around his cock.

  He grabbed the back of my head, and pulled me against him.

  "Here it is. Just for you."

  His cock exploded in my mouth.

  "You really do like sucking it. Are you sure you've never done this?"

  "I never sucked any dick before yours. I'm just lucky to start with the
best."

  He smiled at the compliment. "What if I never suck yours?"

  "I'm not going to force you to do something you don't want to do."

  "But you'll still suck mine? That doesn't seem fair."

  "If I decide it's getting too one-sided, I'll let you know. I expect the
same from you. If you think I'm getting more out of the relationship than
you are willing to give, just say the word. If we're going to be friends,
we need to be able to tell each other things that the other might not
like. Like, if I had bad breath, I'd want you to tell me, before I
embarrass myself at a party. Understand what I mean? Telling someone their
breath smells like a shit wagon will hurt their feelings, but it's really
better that they know. It's much worse if everyone at the party says, 'Man,
Sly's breath is rank', and laughs behind my back. I'd much rather that my
best friend has my back and is brave enough to tell me in confidence."

  "Yeah, I know what you mean. That's the kind of best friend I want. But
we're not talking about bad breath. We're talking about dick-sucking. I
think that's a little different."

  I chuckled. "You're right about that. If we both respect each other, and
don't push beyond our limits, then it's fine. As long as we both enjoy what
we're doing, then it doesn't matter who sucks the most dick. It's only when
one of us feels like we're being taken advantage of that it becomes a
problem. Isn't it obvious I like doing this for you as much as you like
receiving it?"

  He smiled really big. "You definitely love my dick."

  "So, it's a win, win. You like cumming in my mouth; I like you cumming in
my mouth. Everybody's happy."

  I just stared at his dick while we drank our juice and coffee.

  "I like the way you look at my dick. I can tell you want it."

  "It's beautiful; of course I want it."

  "Do you think a girl will find it beautiful, too?"

  "Trust me when I say that dick will see the inside of a lot of
pussy. Just be careful. Always use a condom and preferably they'll be on
the pill, too, and make sure they are disease free."

  He was quiet for a minute. "You wouldn't be mad or jealous if I start
having sex with girls?"

  "What kind of friend would I be if I wasn't happy about my friend getting
laid."

  "What did you mean by limits?" he asked next.

  "Well, let's say I wanted to take you down to my basement dungeon, chain
you to the wall, hang a twenty-pound barbell from your nuts, and shove a
twelve-inch dildo up your ass, would you agree?"

  "Duh... no way. Besides, you don't have a basement."

  "So, now we know some of your limits."

  "What are your limits?"

  "Uh... well... do you remember when I said girls have the upper hand in a
relationship? When you get married, they decide when you get pussy and when
you don't?"

  "Yeah."

  "Well, in our case, you are young and gorgeous and very illegal. You are
the hot commodity. Therefore, you have the upper hand. You will be setting
the boundaries. Although, I will probably say no to the twenty-pound
barbell hanging from my nuts."

  "Are you saying you have no limits?"

  "Probably none you would be interested in crossing. I don't think you
want to hang weights from my nuts."

  "No... yuck."

  I poured another cup of coffee. Brett was quiet and staring at the
table. I noticed his dick beginning to rise, and soon it was standing tall
and hard.

  "What were you just thinking about?"

  "Um... nothing."

  "Well, whatever it was, it made you very excited. Care to share it with
me?"

  "Not right now; maybe I'll tell you later."

  I got on my knees again. "Keep thinking about whatever it was," I
instructed, just before swallowing his dick.

  He closed his eyes and started moaning. In two minutes, I was swallowing
his second load of the day."

  I cleaned his dick with my mouth as it softened. "Man, that was
quick. What were you thinking about?"

  "Fucking," he shyly admitted.

  "Oh. Uh... anyone in particular?" I asked hopefully.

  "Yeah."

  "Uh... want to tell me?"

  "No."

  "I thought you wanted a friend you could talk to about these kinds of
things?"

  "I do. Honest. But, well... I... I don't want you to be mad at me."

  "Remember what I said about telling a friend something that may hurt his
feelings?"

  He nodded.

  "Do I have bad breath?"

  He laughed. "Probably smells like cum."

  "If it's your cum, it would smell better than flowers. So...?"

  "I was thinking about all the things you said. I wondered if Sue Anne
Beckley would be that way. So, I started thinking about fucking her. I
could almost hear her say, 'You didn't buy me that ring I wanted, so you
don't get any pussy.' You're right, girls are like that. I was thinking
about the limits they set, like you can hold their hand but you can't touch
their tits."

  "And that made you get hard?" I asked, confused.

  "Not exactly. Then I thought about what you said about you not having any
limits that I would probably want to cross." He paused for a moment without
looking up. "So, I kinda wondered if that would be one of your
limits... and I got hard."

  "I see. So, that is what you were thinking about when I was sucking you."

  He looked ashamed when he nodded.

  "And it made you cum that fast?"

  He nodded again. "I'm sorry. It was only... I mean, you."

  "Like I said, I don't have any limits that you would be interested in
crossing."

  Brett looked shocked as he digested that.

  "Is your mom home?"

  "Yeah."

  "Maybe you should get back. I have a few errands to run anyway. If you
want to come back this afternoon, or maybe for a late swim, I'll be here."

  "Ok. See you later, Sly," he said as he pulled on his shorts.

***

  Later that afternoon I was in my front garden pulling weeds. I was hoping
to see Brett. Instead, I see his father arrive home. I gave him a friendly
wave and went back to the weeds. Next thing I know, he's standing beside
me.

  "Hi. How are you?" I say, as lightly as possible.

  "Mr..."

  "Please. My friends call me Sly," I said, interrupting him.

  "Yes, Brett mentioned how cool it was to have a friend named Sly."

  "I'm glad he feels that way. He's a good kid."

  "Yes, well, about that. He seems to be spending a lot of time over here,
and we were... well, I was worried that..."

  "He's no bother at all, I promise. It's nice to have young people
around."

  "It's just that, well..."

  I could see he was trying to be tactful, but had a definite question in
mind.

  "Look. I know what you're thinking. The divorced older man on the block,
and a young boy. At his age, Brett needs a friend. He hasn't made any
friends and probably won't until school starts. To be honest, he doesn't
feel he can talk to you, and his mother still thinks of him as a baby. He's
growing up, and this is a crucial time in a boy's life. He has questions. I
try to answer them as honestly as possible."

  "I am a bit uncomfortable talking to him about... things," he said,
fidgeting.

   "Like girls for instance? He has a lot of questions about that."

  "So, he does talk about girls?"

  "Yes. Quite a bit. One girl in particular at his old school. If you're
worried, I can say almost without a doubt, he likes girls."

  His face showed his relief. "It doesn't bother you to talk to him about
such things?"

  "I raised a daughter, by myself for the most part. Boys are easy by
comparison."

  "A couple of times he's talked about... well, doing what best friends
do. I was a little concerned about..."

  "Boys tend to experiment, right?"

  "Yes. I know that when I was... well, I've read..."

  "You and I were both young boys once, I think we turned out
alright. Don't you?"

  He read my meaning clearly. "But you're sure he likes girls?"

  "Yes. He is clearly looking forward to interacting with girls."

  "And you don't mind him... uh... confiding in you?"

  "I've told him he can... confide in me as much as he needs. He comes over
two or three times a day when something is bothering him. He... confides in
me, and he seems relieved when he leaves."

  "Two or three times a day?"

  "Well, you know at his age, problems seem to arise often. I think he
would probably confide more, if given the freedom. Of course, as his best
friend, I couldn't reveal confidences he's placed in me, but I would be
glad to let you know if I think he is getting into trouble with, well,
drugs, girls, stuff that you as his parent should be informed about."

  "You're saying we should let him spend even more time here?"

  "Well, you said it yourself. You're not comfortable with certain
things. It would be better for him to have an adult to help him with his
problems, and not leave it to some stranger on the street. You know boys
will find a way to relieve their burdens. Shouldn't it be with someone you
know that has his best interests at heart?" I pointed out.

  "And you're willing to do this... why?"

  "He really is a sweet boy. I think you would agree that having a close
friend can be beneficial to both. I'm sure you remember your best friend at
that age. Wasn't it equally beneficial for both of you? And lending a
helping hand when things are hard for a kid is its own reward, don't you
think?"

  His face showed I had hit the mark with that one.

  "Send him over after dinner. He may want to... confide in me... before
our swim. In fact, if you are comfortable with it, he could spend the
night. That would give you some alone time with your wife without having to
think about how your son will be unloading his problems, unless you want
to."

  "Well, I admit I have been thinking about that a lot lately. I guess it
would be best if he has an outlet for his problems," he admitted.

***

  At eight thirty, Brett was at my door. He looked a little bewildered, as
he came in with his overnight bag in his hand.

  "My dad is acting really weird. He suggested I spend the night. Said he
had already spoken to you about it."

  "Yeah. Nothing for you to worry about. Just married couple
stuff. Finances and things like that."

  "I tried to come over this afternoon, but mom had me doing chores."

  "Does that mean you haven't...?"

  He grinned. "Nope. All saved up."

  "Good. Now, about those limits."

  "You're mad at me, right? I shouldn't have said anything. It was just a
fantasy."

  "Does that mean you don't want to fuck?"

  "No, fucking is about the only thing a boy my age thinks about."

  "Then get naked and meet me in the bedroom."

  "Uh... are we gonna...?"

  I was already gone before he finished the sentence.

  Even though I had prepared, I've never had anything in me. Young boys
aren't too patient, either, so it did hurt a bit. But once he got a good
rhythm going, I loved it, and so did he. He only lasted about two minutes
before he grunted and unloaded in me.

  "Oh my god. Fucking is great," he said, while still slowly stirring my
insides.

  "Yes, it is," I agreed.

  "Do you like my dick in you?"

  I looked across the room at the dresser mirror. I could see him lying on
me, his butt slowly moving up and down. He had his face against my back,
and was watching in the mirror, too. He caught my eye and smiled.

  "You do. Don't you?" he asked, as he took a long deep stroke. "I can
tell. You like it almost as much as sucking me. Don't you?"

  "Mmm hmm."

  He hadn't gone soft, and began stroking faster. He seemed to be energized
by knowing that I liked it. He fucked me harder than the first time, taking
longer strokes and shoving in with confidence and enthusiasm.

  After about ten wonderful minutes, he reached under me and gripped my
aching cock.

  "You're so hard. You're gonna cum for me, aren't you? You're gonna cum
from me fucking you."

  "Yes," I moaned.

  "Do it. I want you to cum for me. You love my dick, so cum with it in
your ass."

  I exploded, shooting a quart of cum on the bed. That did it for him,
too. I could feel his dick pulsing out his cum inside me.

  We lay there catching our breath while his dick deflated and slipped
out. He rolled away and I turned to look at him. He had a huge smile on his
face.

  Who would believe that such a beautiful, mild mannered little boy, could
turn into a demanding stallion in bed.

  "Want a Coke?" I asked, climbing gingerly out of bed.

  "Sure."

  He followed me into the kitchen for our drinks. "I've never felt as
comfortable with anybody else as I do with you," he said, standing beside
me.

  "Well, I hope you're comfortable with me; you just had your dick in my
ass."

  He giggled a little. "Yeah. Pretty comfortably, too. Did I do alright? I
mean, did you really like it?"

  "You were superb. I enjoyed it very much."

  "You're not just saying that to make me feel good, are you?"

  "No. You were really good," I said, reaching down to toy with his dick.

  "So, is that what it feels like to fuck a girl?"

  "I wouldn't know by comparison. I've never fucked a guy's ass. But I
think a guy's ass is probably tighter that a girl's pussy, unless she's
really young and a virgin."

  "Let's take our drinks to the patio and go for a swim."

  His erection led us out to the pool. We set our drinks on the table and
he asked, "So, you've never done that before?"

  "No."

  "That's so cool. Best friends losing their virginities together," Brett
noted.

  We did swim for a short time, and finished our drinks, before returning
to bed. I started to suck him, but he wanted to fuck again. Who was I to
say no.

  This one lasted a lot longer. He was torturously slow, and deep fucking
me. I wanted him to power into me, but he didn't. He rolled us onto our
sides, then grabbed my cock. He pushed in deep and stroked my cock.

  He whispered in my ear, "Tell me you love my dick."

  "I love it. I love your dick."

  "You want all my cum, don't you? In your mouth, in your ass. You want it
all in you."

  "Oh, god yes. All of it," I moaned.

  "Can I have you anytime I want?"

  "Yes."

  I was about to explode, when Brett just stopped. He kissed the back of my
neck and his hand roamed over my body. I started to reach for my cock to
stroke myself to a finish. He grabbed my hand.

  "No. I don't jerk off anymore so I can save it for you. You only get to
cum when I make you do it. Okay?"

  I nodded.

  "Pinky swear," he said extending his little finger.

  I quickly hooked my finger with his.

  I don't know how he was able to do it but he continued slow fucking and
stroking my cock off and on for close to an hour, always stopping just
before I could cum.

  He rolled me onto my stomach and held my hands above my head. He shoved
into me hard twice then said, "You can cum now."

  I did, like never before in my life. He thrust hard while I unloaded,
then he filled me with his cream.

  I was exhausted. Brett pulled out and lay beside me. When I had the
strength, I looked at him. His smile was huge, obviously quite pleased with
himself.

  "What are you, some sort of sex god?"

  "To anyone else, I'm just a kid. To you... yeah, I think sex god
applies," he answered, with his boyish giggle.

  "If I had the strength, I'd beat you."

  "Was it good?"

  "It was the most satisfying sexual experience of my life."

  "Really?"

  "Yes, really. As if you didn't know."

  We fell asleep in each other's arms.

  I awoke to the doorbell. It was his father.

  "I think Brett is still asleep. Do you want me to wake him?"

  "No. Don't bother. I was just wondering about something."

  "He behaved remarkably well, if that is what you were going to ask. Much
better than I would have expected from such a young boy. You would've been
very proud of his performance."

  "So, he...?"

  "Confided in me several times. I was merely a receptacle."

  "So, we have nothing to be concerned about right now?"

  "I can say without a doubt that Brett likes girls and isn't into drugs or
anything dangerous to his health."

***

  Brett woke up when I crawled back into bed with him. He stretched like a
cat, allowing me to admire his body. Then he reached for my cock. I wasn't
expecting what he did next. He took it into his mouth and began sucking it.

  "You don't have to do that," I told him.

  "I know," he replied, then went back down on me.

  He took me to the edge and stopped. Damn this kid was cruel.

  "On your knees," he commanded.

  I did as I was told, and he pushed his dick into me doggie style.

  After a few strokes he asked, "Which do you prefer, me sucking you or
fucking you?"

  "Fucking. Definitely."

  "Lie down."

  I collapsed to the bed, taking him with me.

  Brett kissed my neck again and whispered, "We're not just best friends
anymore. We're lovers. We will be exclusive, and honest with each other. We
will suck each other when we want to. When the time comes, I'm going to
want you to fuck me, too. It may be only once or twice, I don't know, but
it will be up to you to do it for me, and you will be the only one to ever
do it. And as long as we're together, I want to be the only one fucking
you. Agree?"

  "Yes."

  "Pinky swear?"

  Our fingers stayed intertwined as he fucked me to another powerful orgasm
for us both.

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